Chapter 173 Edmund Dantès (forty-four)

The expected explosion did not sound.

"There are bombs buried underground. On the former site of the Heng'an Orphanage, from the building back then to the backyard," Luo Wenzhou said, "We have already dismantled it Bureau Zhang, the Orphanage has been dismantled for many years, no matter what you have in the past. Hate it so much, what's the point of this place becoming like this?"

Zhang chūn slowly put down the hand holding the detonator.

Luo Wenzhou pressed down on the earphone with one hand, and although he wished he could dig through the phone, he still had to distract himself from the person in front of him: "It's all over, Bureau Zhang."

Zhang chūn put a smile on the corner of his mouth for a long time: "Oh, is it?"

Luo Wenzhou was startled to realize that something was wrong. The next moment, a burst of heat exploded. The loud noise made him temporarily deaf. When something hit the bulletproof vest, he seemed to be pushed hard, and his pupils were bright. Shrinking sharply under stimulation - "Zhang chūnling" who was hiding in the crowd behind Zhang chūnjiu exploded!

In the fire, blood that could not be distinguished from its original appearance flew up. Next to the human bomb stood a man who raised his hand to surrender. One of his raised arms was missing, and half of his face was burned. , I don't know if he was stunned or what, but he stood still and couldn't move, screaming in agony.

All the explosion-proof shields were raised at the same time, and the well-trained SWAT officers immediately separated to find cover. Zhang Chunjiu rushed forward and fell heavily to the ground. His back seemed to be on fire. The earth and rocks that were raised splashed on him, and he saw the policemen were in a mess, and there was a roar in his ears.

The smell of blood and gunpowder smoke is so strong that the only fly in the ointment is that the ground that has been repaired many times has changed, and it has become a mixture of asphalt, cement, and rubber... It is no longer the muddy soil with a fishy smell.

Zhang chūn could smell the fishy smell of the soil in his long dreams, because his head was stepped into it more than once when he was young, and the unforgettable hatred followed, and the toxin penetrated into the soil. It finally exploded like a blowout.

Except for the fat man who pretended to be Zhang chūn-ling, he brought a total of five people, and each of them had a small encrypted safe. It is kept close to the body, and the person pretending to be Zhang Chunling does not have to carry the bag in person, so the bomb is hidden in the fake filler on his lower abdomen.

He made preparations with both hands, in case the underground bomb could not be detonated, five human bombs would be enough to blow up this place - the policemen present were all backed up, and then faced with a pile of body fragments, the forensic doctor I'm afraid we have to work overtime until the Lantern Festival to separate the mixed blood, Zhang chūnling has long since escaped.

He planned it well.

The most important thing is that in this way, he can have a happy death without falling into the hands of the police and being questioned and interrogated by them.

They are not qualified - no one in this world is qualified to condemn him.

Zhang chūn lay on the ground for a long time, turned his head slightly, and looked in the direction of the stadium. The small practice field separated by the guardrail looked at him quietly and silently, and then the practice field gradually melted and turned into an old courtyard surrounded by iron fences. The wall, those children stared at him silently and deadly, like a row of yīn forests.

He laughed at them.

At this moment, Zhang chūn's chest was empty, the hallucinations of the old courtyard wall and the little ghosts dissipated, and he was picked up from the ground roughly. , something was buckled on his wrist, Luo Wenzhou grabbed his collar and yelled something, Zhang Chunling widened his eyes suddenly, and immediately realized that something was wrong.

The trembling ground subsided!

Zhang chūn didn’t know where the strength came from, but he suddenly broke free from Luo Wenzhou’s hands and turned around abruptly—except for the fat man who pretended to be Zhang Chūn, the other five “bombs” actually went dumb! The few cowards shivered and hid in a ball, ignoring the suitcases on their bodies. One of the suitcases fell open, and a pile of waste paper and stones fell out of it, and the original bomb disappeared!

Most of the old newspapers stuffed in the suitcase had been set on fire, and a corner of it flew lightly in front of Zhang chūnjiu. There were still some faintly identifiable writings on it. The date was fourteen years ago, and the report was about the fire in the Louvre—

Zhang chūn roared for a long time, and was pressed to the ground by the policemen who rushed up.

Luo Wenzhou handcuffed Zhang chūn for a long time, and immediately threw him to his colleague, raised his hand to wipe the small cut on his forehead, and called back the phone that he had just disconnected for some reason.

It took Tao Ran an unknown amount of time to break free from the nightmare. When he woke up, it was still pitch black outside. He had no idea how long he had been in a coma. Knowing that he had just connected and had not had time to speak, there was a sudden loud noise on the other end of the phone. Tao Ran's hands trembled in fright, and he rolled off the chair and dropped the cell phone battery. As a hemiplegia patient, Tao Ran had to use his milk-feeding strength to turn himself over, and hurriedly crawled all over the place to grope for parts of the mobile phone.

Luo Wenzhou made a phone call six times and couldn't get through, and when he thought of Tao Ran's "Fei Du" that had no words, his heart was about to explode. For a moment, his mind went blank.

At this time, a colleague next to him had already quickly checked the other flammable and explosive objects on the suspect, and a policeman ran over: "Captain Luo, one death and one serious injury, the person who died seems to be Zhang Chunling, and the explosives are likely to be worn by him. of."

Luo Wenzhou's fingers almost subconsciously hung up the dial again: "Impossible, Zhang chūnling can't be the first human bomb, and the fat man behind him didn't say a word just now, and it's not like Zhang chūnling's style. It should be a cover."

"Ah? Pretend?" My colleague understood, and looked at Zhang Chunjiu, who was stuffed into the police car not far away, with a complicated look, "You mean Bureau Zhang... No, Zhang... Who, he personally took us Diverted away, to cover Zhang chūnling? Where did that Zhang chūnling go?"

Luo Wenzhou didn’t bother to answer—the phone got through for the seventh time!

Tao Ran was paralyzed on the ground, feeling that he was almost inhuman, and said to Luo Wenzhou breathlessly, "Fei Du... Fei Du gave me medicine, I... I don't know where he went now..."

Tao Ran said, looked back, the computer he used to check Hao Zhenhua's information was on, and under the screen were the walkie-talkie and his other mobile phone—many police officers usually use two mobile phones, their own personal mobile phone, There is also a unified distribution unit, generally for office use.

"He moved my computer, walkie-talkie, and office phone before he left." Tao Ran dragged his plastered leg with difficulty, moved to the side of the chair, and turned on the computer, "Just now... just now I followed you to hunt down Bureau Zhang. qíng situation, there is also the circle of friends that Zhang Donglai sent... oh, this bastard!"

Tao Ran tried to climb onto the chair, but failed, he couldn't hold back, and burst out a foul language that was rarely seen in 20 years: "The photo that Zhang Donglai sent is very wrong. He didn't send it to us, but..."

Luo Wenzhou's nerves had been tense on Zhang Chunjiu just now, and he didn't have time to think about it. He had already recalled what Tao Ran said at this time. He raised his head suddenly and looked at Zhang Chunjiu. The blood had dried up, and he was staring at him coldly through the car window.

Zhang chūn deliberately mentioned Fei Du just now, probably to distract him so that he could detonate the bomb smoothly... But why did he mention Fei Du? Who did Fei Du send those two photos to with Zhang Donglai's account? Where is Zhang chūnling?

Also... Zhang chūn has been preparing for such a long drama, it should never be the effect of one death and one serious injury, where are the other bombs, why didn't they explode?

Several police officers at the scene of emergency treatment were running around collecting the broken newspapers leaking out of the suitcase. Luo Wenzhou glanced at it and understood something in an instant. Before Tao Ran could say anything, he hung up the phone and dialed through gritted teeth. Called another number: "Lu, Bureau, you, okay, ah."

Fei Du was woken up by the shaking. As soon as he regained consciousness, he was picked up and thrown out of the car. It was dark all around. His feet were still soft, and he stumbled when he touched the ground. Unable to maintain balance with both hands, he fell awkwardly to the ground.

The blood sticking to his body made him want to vomit, and Fei Du didn't bother to struggle. He casually rolled over and laughed.

The driver who caught him couldn't see him being so arrogant, and kicked him on the chest: "What are you laughing at!"

Fei Du is really not a physically strong player. He flew along the other side's shadowless feet for a while, and immediately coughed. His long blood-stained hair fell down and covered one of his eyes. After a while, He breathed a sigh of relief, sighed in a low voice, and said, "It's so savage, Mr. Fan, this friend of yours has been doing things to me along the way, anti-intelligence, it's really tasteless ."

Hearing this nonsense, the "barbarian" immediately stepped forward, intending to let him know what real hands and feet are. At this moment, a weak-sounding cough came from not far away, a manly voice. He said as if his blood was insufficient: "Okay, don't make people laugh."

The savage driver who kidnapped the ticket heard this, and in the blink of an eye, he turned from a wild shòu grinding his teeth and sucking blood into a domesticated animal, he answered obediently, and took a few steps back.

Fei Du turned his head with difficulty, and saw a woman walking over with a wheelchair—if Luo Wenzhou was here, he would have recognized that the woman pushing the wheelchair was the lady at the front desk who stuck a note for him in the Hongfu Grand View. .

On the other hand, there was a man sitting in a wheelchair. His inherent skeleton barely supported the tall skins of others, but the man was already too thin. He wore a simple woolen hat on his head, and his neck dangled weakly to one side. , staring at Fei Du with a half-smiling smile...

Even though this person had left a deep dagger deep in his consciousness, Fei Du hardly recognized it.